| Good evening, kids, take your seats, open up your Bibles
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| I’m gonna chastise some rivals so keep your eyes wide open
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| The young soul lost control, made her first foul
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| This is my duty to set the bounds
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| She grabbed my hand, took me in, placed me in front of the class
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| She gave a hint I was the clou of her mass
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| I’m in the middle of the Holy of Holies
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| I have no worries
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| I saw dusty icons on the wall
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| I saw needles and stones
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| So she put a paper bag on my head
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| She pointed finger at me, and then she said
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| «Dear Lord, forgive me as I’m slapping, slapping, slapping this sinful child
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| By your hand I’m led so I will, show, show
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| What is wrong and what is right
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| Choose your label 'cause I’m mercy, mercy, merciful
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| Put your knuckles on the table, meet my friend ferule
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| Who’ll punish you»
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| When their prejudice let us down
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| We stand firmly on our ground
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| Don’t let their school make a fool of you
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| Because the teachers may be fools too
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| When their prejudice let us down
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| We stand firmly on our ground
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| Don’t let their school make a fool of you
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| Because the teachers may be fools too
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| Laws chalked on the blackboard
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| Can’t be erased until it gets boring
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| The lady spoke and then she choked
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| On the convictions oh so alluring
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| She made a pause in her verbal overdose
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| My paper bag slipped down on the floor
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| I took a look around, there was no sanctuary
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| Desks empty, the school was all imaginary, ah
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| Teacher, teacher, self-proclaimed preacher
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| Under the flag of welfare your lectures start to blare
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| We need no soap shoved down our throats
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| So keep your monologues unrated and remote
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| I am a bad example of order
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| This life is not a prison and you are not a warden
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| Please teacher, teacher, leave us alone
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| As we accept life lessons from no one
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| When their prejudice let us down
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| We stand firmly on our ground
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| Don’t let their school make a fool of you
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| Because the teachers may be fools too
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| When their prejudice let us down
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| We stand firmly on our ground
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| Don’t let their school make a fool of you
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| Your idols scream to me
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| Throwing shame on my face
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| As I turn away from infamy and disgrace
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| I smile to you, 'cause I want you to see
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| How I break the rules in front of your trinity
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| Your idols scream to me
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| Throwing shame on my face
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| As I turn away from infamy and disgrace
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| Oh, I smile to you
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| I smile to you
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| I smile to you |